I lift my glass to the Awful Truth, which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth

Poem About My Ongoing Struggle Against The Passage Of Time

Blow the birthday trumpet, because today I am forty-one!But I assure you that any celebration will not be a naughty oneI am definitely old enough to behave like a sensible grown-upAnd if by chance I didn't, I wouldn't own up...

I am now leaving the house to do interesting things, so if the Post Office try to deliver Benedict Cumberbatch when I'm out, tell them to leave him in the hallway under the doormat. I'm pretty confident that he can fight off any neighbours who might try to steal him...